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Dazzi flashed a brief smile at Serrano's unusual hospitality, ruffling the patchy fur on her noggin with a dusty paw. Taking a look to the left and the right as she jogged alongside the fox, she declaimed, "Hem, aye, fine a place as any to rendez-vous, I'll warrant ye."